No, Mom, No!

Gone are the days of helping Joseph get dressed or helping him put together his favorite puzzle.  No longer can I show him how to do things.  We’ve hit the age of “I’ll do it myself.”  The most often heard words around our house are those of a toddler screaming (sometimes literally) for independence…”No, Mom, no!”; “Joseph do it.”; “If I do it Mom, you say ‘Good for you’ okay?” 

This stage is a little trying, no doubt, but I know we’ll come out on the other side soon enough and life will be even better because of it.  I know that.  I do, really, but I’m still going to take a moment to mourn the loss of his complete dependence on me.  I’m going to miss him bringing me his sweater to help him put on and I’m going to miss him asking me to choose which snack and I’m going to miss him asking for help with his blocks…I really am going to miss those days; those days that I sometimes said, “I can’t wait for him to be more independent.”  I really am going to miss it.  But it’s all part of growing up…as a mommy. 

No, Mom, no! I'll put my jacket on.

At least he let me zip it up!

A Secret

I have a secret.  You are probably going to think I’m nuts, but I’m going to share my secret with you anyway.  Okay, here goes:  I love waking up to nurse William during the night.  I know, I know, you think I’m crazy, but let me try to explain.  I don’t love losing sleep.  Oh no, not me.  In fact, I consider myself to be a little sleep obsessed (translate: I’m cranky when I don’t get enough).   So if I’m not suffering from some form of insomnia, then you’re probably wondering why in the world I like, no actually, enjoy, getting up in the middle of the night to nurse.

I’ve been reflecting on this, too: why do I enjoy getting up in the middle of the night to nurse?  With Joseph it was different.  I remember waking up in the morning and grudgingly saying to Dax, “How did you sleep?” but before he could answer, I’d say, “Well, Joseph was up every hour last night” and then off I’d go in a huff feeling cheated of a good night’s sleep.  It’s not that William nurses less often.  It’s not that I’ve become accustomed to sporadic bursts of sleep.  It’s not that I’ve become some type of martyr or that I’ve discovered a new level of mothering.  It’s actually much simpler than that.  It’s just that I relish my one opportunity to simply be with William.  Finally…no one is tugging at me or demanding my attention.  No one is asking if I already unloaded the dishwasher or threw the diapers in the washer.  No one is asking me to choose a book or find a sock.  The phone is not ringing; the doorbell is silent; the computer is off.  It’s quiet.  It’s peaceful.  It’s serene.  It’s just me and William.  No interruptions.  Just us.  And for that, I don’t mind losing a little sleep.

Daybook

Outside my window…it’s so very rainy.

I am thinking…about my friend Lisa and wondering how new little Kate is doing.

 
I am thankful for…strawberries on sale in the middle of winter!  What a treat!
 
From the learning rooms…We’ve been studying America this week (in preparation for President’s Day).  Joseph sings “America the beautiful” so, well, beautifully! Here are a few pictures of  Joseph and William as we sang and marched to Yankee Doodle…

I am contemplating…”We are constantly torn between the all-consuming desire to be loved and the terrifying fear of being known.  Deep inside we don’t believe the two things can exist together, that if anyone really knew us, they would surely never love us, so we spend our whole lives concocting this wonderful, plastic shell that we fight like madmen to keep pristine.  But eventually the plastic cracks and falls away and what is inside is a raw, quivering mass of imperfect humanity that has always been lovely and precious enough for God Himself to love.”  Earlene Fowler, Steps to the Altar 

I am praying…for my dear friend Ann as she prepares for her surgery on Tuesday. 

From the kitchen…chili, in celebration of a cold, rainy night.

I am wearing…yoga pants (seriously, I think maybe I live in these!), a t-shirt, and a zip-up hoodie.

I am creating…right now…simply a Daybook blog, hoping maybe something I say will touch someone else’s heart. 

I am going…to call my sister tomorrow to see how her first week as an official stay-at-home mom is going…what an exciting journey! 

I am reading…still reading The Five Love Languages of Children…seems like there just hasn’t been much time for reading lately!

I am hoping…Daxson enjoys his fiction book…he always, always reads nonfiction, so it is with great anticipation that I wait for him to finish this John Grisham novel…oh, welcome to the wonderful world of stories! 

I am hearing…just the quiet hum of the computer…the house is bathed in silence while everyone sleeps.

Around the house…Daxson installed our new kitchen faucet (now when I “stand over running water”, I have a beautiful brushed nickel faucet to stare at while contemplating life, love, and the fine art of dishwashing!), which Joseph kindly informed me, “Mom, the correct way to say it is faw-cet, but if you want to say it the Joseph way, I say it paw-cet.  The correct way is with an f, but I say it with a p.  Isn’t that silly?”

One of my favorite things…seeing a child’s face light up with the excitement of learning something new. 

A few plans for the rest of the week:  Make a “Thinking of You” gift basket for Ann to enjoy upon arriving home from the hospital next week. 

Here is picture I thought worth sharing…
 

Here I go!

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Candlemas

We celebrated Candlemas (pronounced Candle Mass) last night.  This was a new experience for me…I’m not sure how I missed this beautiful celebration since I’m a cradle Catholic, but this was a first for me.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with Candlemas, it’s the celebration of the Presentation of Our Lord when Mary and Joseph presented Jesus at the temple.  They’re met at the Temple by Simeon who takes the baby Jesus in his arms and is finally prepared to die because he has now seen the “light for revelation to the Gentiles” (Luke 2:28).  Simeon also foreshadows the crucifixion and the sorrows Mary will face (“a sword will pierce through your own soul” Luke 2:35).  The prophetess Anna was also in the Temple and she offered prayers of thanks and praise to God.  The feast day has become known as Candlemas since candles are blessed and lit in abundance to celebrate the Light of the World.

Since we were unable to make it to Mass, we celebrated at home.  To begin with, we decided to wait to celebrate until our evening meal so Dax could celebrate with us.  Joseph and I set up our prayer altar before dinner.  Once Dax arrived home, we all sat down for dinner.  Instead of praying our usual blessing, Joseph prayed the blessing for the candles (taken from Meredith Gould’s book The Catholic Home). 

Then we lit the candles and ate by candlelight (Joseph thought that was pretty neat…ah, the simple things!).  While we were eating, Dax read us the story of the Presentation of Our Lord from the children’s Bible. 

After dinner, Joseph and I used our stick puppets to act out the story and we made paper “candles”.  Finally to end our ceremony, Joseph blew out the candles (which I think he may have thought was the best part!). 

Thinking Candlemas was over until next year, I packed everything away after dinner except the stick puppets.  I put those up on the counter in the playroom.  I was so delighted when Joseph found the stick puppets today and re-enacted the story of the Presentation of Our Lord!  I guess he really was listening after all…and that makes the effort totally worth it!

Hello? When is this puppet show going to begin?

Hmmm...I forgot...which is Joseph and which is Simeon?

Okay, Mom, it's your turn.

An Ordinary Day

I was just getting ready to blog about an extraordinary and beautiful book I recently read: Mitten Strings for God by Katrina Kenison.  I’ve been telling everyone I know how they absolutely must read this little gem.  Her book inspired me; motivated me; made me realize what’s really important in raising my children. 

Then today I saw a video of Katrina reading her newest novel, The Gift of an Ordinary Day and I could not wait one more minute to share her with you.  Go ahead and watch…her message will reverberate through your heart and you, too, will find yourself enchanted, suddenly aware of the little things in your ordinary days

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The Jesus Box

I cannot think of many things more precious than a child, bowed down, hands clasped in prayer.  I love to listen to Joseph praying because his prayers are so sincere, so heartfelt, so spontaneous.  He’s never rushed or distracted, like I find myself sometimes.  His heart rejoices and he finds peace in his prayers.  Oh, how I could learn from him!  

I’ve been praying with and for Joseph and William since they were in the womb (and even before as I prayed for the gift of life).  While I was pregnant, I did what many faithful Catholics would do:  I went to daily Mass and I prayed, often.  I prayed the rosary, the chaplet of divine mercy, and with William, I prayed using Donna Marie Cooper O’Boyle’s Prayerfully Expecting.  Then upon arrival, I prayed many prayers of thanksgiving for the precious gift God had entrusted to Dax and me.  While they were little and nursing, I continued praying.  I sang the Hail Mary to fussy babies and offered spontaneous prayers of petition for grace in my mothering journey.  I didn’t do it perfectly…in fact some days, I’d get caught up in the midst of mothering and find myself falling asleep as I prayed for my children, but no matter what I did or to what extent, I did it with a heart of faith. 

Then as Joseph began to get a little older (before William came along), I realized that not only did I need to pray (and pray often!), I needed to find a way to pass on my faith and the rich culture of the Catholic Church to my children.  How do you put your faith into something tangible to present to little ones?  How do you teach children to pray?  I wasn’t really sure, so I started out by taking Joseph to daily Mass and I prayed the rosary with him while I put him down for a nap.  But it still didn’t feel like that was enough.  I wanted Joseph to fall in love with the God that I know…a God who is merciful and full of love.  I wanted Joseph’s heart to turn to prayer throughout the day…when he was happy; when he was sad; when he just was.  

So I did what I always do.  I began to read and question.  I read The Catholic Home by Meredith Gould and The Religious Potential of the Child by Sofia Cavalletti.  I read Guiding your Catholic Preschooler by Kathy Pierce and Lori Rowland.  I read blogs of beautiful Catholic moms who had traveled the road on which I found myself.  I called friends from my parish that I admired and asked how they did it.  And then, equipped with many bits of brilliance, I began to formulate a plan.  

Sofia Cavalletti says in her book, “Education to prayer is fundamental to the catechesis of young children.”  She goes on to suggest that what adults “can do is to establish the premises that will help prayer to arise.”  Hmmm, now how could I establish the premises?  For me, the sight of an altar, dressed according to the liturgical season, adorned with candles and flanked by statues of Mary and Jesus always, always inspires me to drop to my knees and pray.  So why not have our own prayer altar?  A special place that we could visit each day.  Using the suggestions in Meredith Gould’s book on setting up a family altar, I dragged my mom with me and the two of us found all sorts of treasures for what would later become adoringly known in our house as the Jesus Box.  (In case you’re wondering why it is all kept in a box, rather than in a permanent altar, it’s because I like the idea of allowing Joseph the responsibility of caring for and arranging the altar…some days he pulls out every item in the box; other days, he might focus solely on the Sacred Heart of Jesus.  Plus it allows us the opportunity to change the altar according to Saints Days and the Liturgical Year.)       

What a wonderful treasure chest our Jesus box has become.   You’ll always find the basics in our box:  candles; prayer cards; flowers; altar cloths; statues of Jesus, Mary, the saints; a crucifix; a children’s Bible.  But take a peek throughout the year and you’ll find other treasures.  During Advent, we put in an advent calendar and delightful Christmas stories.  We add a cloth advent wreath with cloth candles and a clever Advent prayer cube.  During Lent we add the story we use with our resurrection eggs (of course the eggs don’t come out until Easter!) and an illustrated guide of the Stations of the Cross.  Also, we keep our rosary nearby for praying the Sorrowful mysteries.  Ordinary Time allows us the opportunity to learn about the saints…how to pray with them and how to ask for special intercessions.  

Each day our experience with the Jesus box is different.  Some days we pray a decade of the rosary; some days we pray spontaneously; some days we just set the altar and gaze lovingly upon our Savior.  Each day might be something new, but each day is always beautiful. 

Joseph's flower arrangement for the prayer table

 

 

 

 

Beautiful prayer hands William!

Daybook

Outside my window…it’s windy and cold.

I am thinking…can I really call this my daybook if I’m just now publishing it at 8:45 pm?

I am thankful for…Grandma Nury and her wonderful gift of blueberries…what a special treat for these cold, winter days.

From the learning rooms…Joseph is counting by 2s, thanks to the brilliance of the red and black cards on his calendar.

 

From the kitchen…the delicious smell of Italian.

I am wearing…yoga pants and a v-neck black t-shirt…all ready for bed!

I am creating…beautiful, beautiful memories each day with my children and my husband as the shining stars.

I am going…to miss these days of having someone tugging on my leg while I’m cooking when my kids are grown…so next time I look down to see a little one attached, I’ll stop and embrace the moment…really, who cares if dinner is 15 minutes late? 

I am reading…still reading The Five Love Languages of Children and desperately wondering: what are my children’s primary love languages?

Around the house…new windows!  To celebrate the new windows, we opened up the bedroom window this morning for the kids to gaze out of.  William decided that just wasn’t good enough, so he pushed the screen out.  Both boys loved touching the outdoors from inside the room. 

Living the Liturgy…brought back out the Jesus box and said a rosary.

One of my favorite things…an incredibly helpful husband.

Here is picture I thought worth sharing…

Both boys signing "Dad"

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What in the world, William?

William is my little adventurer; my daredevil; my carefree spirit.  He’s the exact opposite of Joseph.  He’s always leaping before looking and is not afraid of a mess.  If you were a fly on the wall at our house, you’d hear us saying “What in the world William?” quite often.  I say it; Daxson says it; even Joseph says it; William knows it…when he hears it, he just grins and carries on…

 

William, where is your sock?!

 

Big Rocks

For all the women out there who just can’t say no (isn’t that all of us?), please, please I beg you to visit Elizabeth today and read her thoughts on saying “I’m sorry; I can’t do that.”  Now, I’m sorry, I can’t blog today…I must go tend to my big rocks…God, my husband, and my children…because it’s true:  those are the things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, my life would still be full.